I Got

In the night where I live, There's strange force in your kiss oh All's divine in desire With an ire of philosophy, Burning scrolls in the naked heat, Oh how coy is your little boy. No! 'Cause I know it don't read that well. Yeah! I got buried No it won't be long before I rise in I got buried No it won't be long. Yeah! In the night where I live, Your children sway they fuel the kitch Raise their glass to Soviet cries in the ward, And in shadows Outright, in times of old, So the fumes are falling, smell them burn, Like always, yes always. Now hear! 'Cause I know it don't read that well. And I know, only time will tell me I got buried No it won't be long before I rise in. I got buried No it won't be long before I rise in song And I know it don't read that well, yeah I got buried No it won't be long before I rise in. I got oh buried Oh no 'Cause I know I got you --- I Got - Young the Giant